VE~! I'm excited I got this in before a weeks time. To my frist six reviewers Cuore l'anima della, Mew I is Dinosaur, Ashe Nightshade, Hetaliafangirl1113, Elizaveta Hedervary, and that one guest I luv you all. The reviews really boosted my mood and got me to finish this chapter as fast as I could. I love all the people that favorited and alerted it, I never knew I was going to get that many on just on the first chapter (now I wondering about the second chapter). I feel like this is short. oh well what can I do.
OK my little rant is over ^.^
Warnings: fluff at the end and Ivan being Ivan
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia if I did ya'll would feel sorry for Matthew and Alfred.
~Canadian Slave~
The Meeting
Gilbert's eyes went wide, "Bruder!"
Matthew looked back and forth between Gilbert and his brother. Tension was thick in the air so Matthew excused himself from the room before scurrying off into another room to start another chore.
"Ludwig, what are you doing here?" Gilbert was finally able to get out.
"I saw you at the auction. I wanted to know what you were able to get our hands on." A tiny smile crept on the blond's face.
"Sit down make yourself comfortable. I made a purchase, not a bad one if I might say so myself. A Canadian stray needed a home." Gilbert let out his signature laugh of 'kesesese'. "Mattie, make some coffee for four people." Gilbert threw his head back and yelled.
Said Canadian came running down the stairs and said, "Yes sir," before high tailing it to the kitchen to do as asked.
"Obedient thing isn't he." Ludwig raised an eyebrow.
"It seems his last owner seemed to beat it into him and he has the scars to prove it." Gilbert shrugged. "At least he stopped calling me 'master' and his speech has improved from broken up speech to light stuttering."
"Have you read his papers?"
"West how could I will all the work you been sending me."
"I still think it is odd. Feliciano, go help Matthew in the kitchen."
"Ve~ alright I'll go help, Luddy." The Italian said before slipping into the kitchen.
Gilbert got serious, "Alright what is odd."
Ludwig looked Gilbert right in the eye noting his serious expression, "The heads of the German mafia, the head of the English mafia, Russian mafia, and Spanish mafia was all the same slave auction." That made one of Gilbert's white eyebrow rises. "There have been rumors that the head of the American mafia is in the city and the head of the Italian mafia, French mafia and Chinese mafia are making their way here. Something might go down in the city."
Gilbert leaned back, "Why this city?"
"I don't know but it might be nothing but a coincidence or gears of a plan starting to turn. We need to stay on alert; I don't want to lose this territory."
"I'll…" Gilbert was interrupted by Feliciano and Matthew coming into the room, "We will continue this later." Ludwig nodded his head in agreement.
Matthew placed the tray with the coffee and cups on the table. Matthew made a mental note about how Ludwig liked his coffee black but Gilbert put a small amount of cream and a load full of sugar in his. Feliciano grabbed a cup and put a good helping a cream and sugar in his. Matthew just sat on the couch with his hands in his lap and his head down with his ears plastered down to his skull.
"Matthew stop being so…timid." Gilbert whined. "West is not as mean as he looks. He is really just a big teddy bear."
A pink dust covered Ludwig's cheeks, "Gilbert." He groaned
A giggle erupted from Matthew and Feliciano. Gilbert just looked at Matthew, looking like Ludwig with the light blush. Matthews eyes were slightly closed, his hands were trying to cover his giggle but the movement of his shoulders gave it away, his ears were perked up and the tip of his tail playfully twitching. To Gilbert it was a sight within itself, he could sit there all day and just watching Matthew giggles. It was the first time he ever saw Matthew laugh and Gilbert hoped he could see more soon.
After coming down from his giggling fit, Matthew noticed Gilbert's stare and his face started turning red. Matthew quickly looked down at his lap, effectively hiding most of his face with his bangs. Gilbert was cursing Matthew's shyness cause, Mein Gott, that blush was cute on him. When that thought popped into Gilbert's head he threw his head back on the coach groaning.
"Bruder, what are you doing?" Ludwig asked
"Let's go finish out conversation in my study." Gilbert said getting up from the couch leaving his cup on the tray.
~Canadian Slave~
"So you think there might be a war starting." Gilbert stated leaning back in his leather chair letting the smoke pass his lips.
"Bruder, I really wish if you stop smoking." Ludwig said reaching over, grabbing Gilbert's hand and successfully placing the cigarette out in the tray, "Yes, but that that is just my theory."
"I only smoke when I am stressed and with everything that is going on, I think I deserve one. Gott, I really did not want to deal with this kind of thing." Gilbert picked up some papers Ludwig gave him. "So the insane guy next to me at the auction was Ivan Braginsky, the head of the Russian mafia, and the guy with the huge eyebrows is Arthur Kirkland, head of the English mafia. Man, those guys looked messed up in the head especially Ivan."
"That man has some major issues. I think he murdered his way to the top, he is known for being ruthless."
Gilbert put his elbows on his desk and buried his face in his hands, "Mein Gott, what are we going to do. There are going to nine mafia bosses, at one time no less, in the City of New Orleans. I think this might get worse than Hurricane Katrina."
~Canadian Slave~
After Ludwig and Gilbert went upstairs Matthew started cleaned up, letting Feliciano ramble on and on about this, that, and everything.
"My favorite food is food, but I like pasta more. I really don't care what kind, as long as its pasta. There is Agnolotti, Anellini, Bavette, Bucatini, and Capelli Dangelo…" Feliciano babbled on and on.
Matthew let out a sigh and just let the poor man talk. He had already zoned out the other man ramblings on food and continued his chores. His daily routine did not change in his two weeks of being here. On Monday there was dishes, vacuuming, mopping, cleaning both of the used bedrooms. Tuesday was for laundry, cleaning the bathroom, fixing the beds, and tending to the garden, which Matthew enjoyed. Wednesdays and Fridays were the same as Mondays, Thursdays and Saturdays were the same as Tuesdays, and Sunday was his day off. When Matthew was done with all his work for the day he could go anywhere he wanted, only on the property though but there was a lot of exploring to do.
After finishing the dishes Matthew went and lied down on the couch with Feliciano still rambling on about different types of pasta. Grabbing the remote, Matthew went through the guide, and finding something on the History Channel about World War II that looked interesting, he got comfortable.
"Feliciano, come on we're leaving." Ludwig said coming down the stairs with Gilbert right behind him.
"Ve~ alright Luddy I'm coming." Feliciano said bounding out of his chair and attaching himself to Ludwig's arm, earning a groan out of the blond's mouth as they left the house.
Gilbert noticed that Matthew was only paying attention to the television. The gears in Gilbert's head started turning and a smile, which the Cheshire cat would have been proud of, appeared on his face. Gilbert went around to the foot of the couch and stared at Matthew. In a split second, before Matthew could even react, Gilbert was on top of Matthew with his hands pinned above his head. Matthew let out an ear piercing scream the moment he was seized.
Once the scream came out of Matthew's mouth Gilbert jumped to get off the poor boy. When Gilbert got off Matthew sat up, pulled in knees to his chest, and bowed his head in a second. A muffled cry came from the boy curled up on couch.
"Matthew, I didn't mean to…" Gilbert reached out his hand, only to be swatted away. "Matthew I didn't mean to scare you, please believe me. It was just a joke; I didn't know you were going to react like this."
When Matthew looked up he saw the pained expression on the albino's face made him give in a little. One of Gilbert's hands came up cupped Matthew's face, making him flinch on contact, and gave him a reassuring smile. Matthew, upon seeing the worry in the albino's red eyes, closed his eyes and leaned in to Gilbert's hand. Gilbert's smile got a little bigger and ran his thumb over Matthew's cheek.
Gilbert took his hand off Matthew's cheek, getting a whine in the process. He got up from where his knee was on the couch and got behind Matthew. Gilbert was able to get his right leg between the couch and Matthew's balled up figure and let his left leg hang off the couch. He pulled Matthew's back close to his chest making the Canadian so rigid. Soon Matthew relaxed into Gilbert's chest and let the strong arms wrap around him.
Matthew actually liked the feeling for once. His past was haunted with nothing but beatings. Matthew learned not to trust at a young age when he still lived with his parents at their owner's house. He got in beaten into him by his parents, his parent's owner, and his two previous owners. For some reason or another he found that this man was not going to hurt him, probably the look in his eyes.
Gilbert soon found Matthew asleep in his arms about thirty minutes after the whole attacking incident. Gilbert looked down at the sleeping boy, noting the peaceful expression adorning his face, and successfully picked up the sleeping form, cradling him like a child. Gilbert was able to get Matthew into his bed without a hitch and decided to retire himself. One more look at the sleeping boy and Gilbert could not help himself, he placed a kiss on the boy's forehead making him stir, just a little.
~Canadian Slave~
Ivan sat in the chair in his hotel room at the Embassy Suites Hotel. He liked all the space the King Suite gave was working on his latest work from Russia on his laptop. He was getting pissed at this one man because it was his fourth time asking for money but never paid on his debt.
Ivan growled then yelled, "Toris more vodka."
Said man came running in the room with the bottle in hand. He quickly pore the liquid before running out the room after fulfilling his master's request. Ivan was getting tired of waiting for the information he had sent out for. Just as that thought came out his head Toris came in the room with his head bowed and an envelope in his hands.
"Yes?" Ivan asked.
"T-the information you asked for has arrived." Toris's voice was shaky when he told what he had to.
A smile grew on Ivan's face, "Good, bring it here."
Toris did not need to be told twice, he rushed over to the man in the chair and handed him the envelope. Once the envelope was Ivan hand Toris bolted. Ivan chucked at the little display, all that mattered to him was that they learned to fear him.
Ivan gave a dark chuckle as he looked at the papers, "Gilbert and Ludwig Beilschmidt, the heads of German mafia. Arthur Kirkland, head of the English mafia. It is going to be fun see you all and," he flipped through all the other pages, "many, many more."
That smile never left Ivan's face the whole time he was reading through papers not once was the refilled cup of vodka picked up.
~Canadian Slave~
"What do you mean there are more!" The head of the American mafia yelled. "I put up with Gilbert, his underlings, and those damn Italians now you are telling me there are MORE! I want papers on them all NOW!" The man ran a hand through his wheat blond hair, "Damn those fuckers, trying to take over my country. Wait till I get my hands on those damn pompous assholes."
His slaves ran out of the room knowing better than upset their master when he was in one of his moods. The boss waited an entire hour before one of his servants came back in with a packet of loose papers. The servant held out the papers, bowing, and the boss snatched them right out of the poor man's hand. A glare shot at the servant had him out if the room in a rush.
The boss read through all the papers before something on Gilbert Beilschmidt's paper stood out and his smile grew wide and his blue eyes sparkled, "So that's where you went~."
The blond made sure all his work was done before he made plans to go where everyone else seemed to he headed, the great city of New Orleans.
~Canadian Slave~
does Alfred's fist pump* I'ze finished it. I hope I had pleased everyone that read the chapter. Me personally I want to get to next chapter 'casue shits about to go down in New Orleans.
Gilbert: I read the outline for the other chapters. No wonder why Ivan likes you.
Ivan: ^J^ Da *smiles*
Gilbert: *gets away from Ivan* For everyone reading this feel VERY sorry for Matthew
Me: EVERYONE SHUT UP THIS IS MY TIME. Ok the question about m-prg is still out there, if ya'll want it message me or review about it I know some people are unconfortable with it. Every review boost my confidence with the story and lets me get the chapters out faster. I finished this at 1 in the morning.
Gilbert: Inspiration hits her at the weirdest time.
Me: Ivan get Gilbert out of here
Gilbert: *runs with Ivan on his heels*
Me: Anyone want to make a guess at who the mafia bosses are expically the American mafia boss, who are about to make their apperance in the next few chapters. Ludwig and Gilbert are BOTH the bosses of the German mafia. What Gilbert said eariler about Matthew is becasue everything in this story revoles around him in his story, feel sorry for out favorite little neko. Now I have to bid you Au revoir becasue I think Ivan is trying to rape Gilbert by the sounds I am hearing. *exits*
Matthew: *clutching Kuma* More reviews and I will be safe